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What was this Zyrid sensed? A burst of light, a spectrum of deep colours that wavered on the edge of Alex's being. A near aura like presence that brough confusion to his brow and a drip to his lips, his eyes narrowed for a moment.

She flirted, despite her obvious restraint, she seemed to be open for a relationship. Not, of course, that type of relationship which is commonly assumed. It was always hard for Zyrid to express his feelings and thoughts through mortal vocabulary, translations never quiet fitted. He knew himself however, that he only meant she was open to the new and the interesting - both of which Zyrid was.

New perhaps less so, but that is a vast and technical conversation that he was not willing to begin with himself at this time, he was too busy admiring the mortal form. She stared now, and her noticing this made her shift attention to a drink. A tough drink it looked too, simple and to the point.

Not unlike Zyrid was as he spoke to her.

[color=662d91]May I join you? I like your company.[/color]

He was already prepared to conjure up another stool for him to sit upon, the chair on the floor was now gone as he clicked his fingers, returned behind the bar somewhere, unclear where. Either way it was out of the way, and it at least helped to clean the mark it had made, so he did so with a glance.

Zyrid no longer smiled widely, only slightly, elation fading into a fair acceptance of personality and reality in respect to Alex. He saw her power and her life, but he also saw her smile and felt comfortable in her presence - a rare trait for any mortal Zyrid has met. 

He was sure they would get along proudly, as the sky and sea do at sunset.